Cabin fever struck with a vengence on Friday night, so yesterday I bundled up, caught the good old 172 bus, and went to IKEA, that Swedish wonderland of ergonomical furniture and cheap accessories.

I originally just planned on going to Chapters, which is in the same little area, but I remembered I needed to get a cheese grater for my mother. While in IKEA, I came up with a fantastically-sort-of-lame idea for a birthday present for Meaghan, which also involved craft supplies. So then it was on to Michael's, a massive craft store for said supplies.

Then finally it was on to Chapters, where I proceeded to drop $45 on new books I don't need nor can I afford...but dammit, I waaaaanted. After a blissful hour wandering around aimlessly, avoiding the random author doing a signing for a book I'd never heard of, [there was nobody going to her table, I felt bad for her] I realized I had no desire to go home.

So it was on to the mall, where I had a Greek-tastic dinner special from Kojak's. I wound up in Old Navy, and walked out with a black cardigan and a t-shirt. I still had 40 minutes left until my transfer expired, so I went down a level and into the Gap. My God, I love the Gap. April refuses to go in, because it's expensive and she has a thing against labels. I like the Gap not for it's name, but the quality. Besides, they usually have a good sale table. The next thing I know I'm buying a pink wool skirt on sale for $20 [regularly $80!]. Shyeah.

I got on the bus, 5 minutes before my transfer ran out, stupidly happy and proud of myself. I rode home with the sounds of Blue Rodeo coming from my mp3 player, smiling at nobody in particular.